The Witching Hour

Crossover with Charmed. Cameron is a witch, a powerful one. Cousin to the Charmed Ones, she has shied away from that part of her life. What will happen when her cousins need her help? HouseCam.

Authors Note: This is my 'on the side' project. I'm having a little trouble writing Chapter 22 of BtT: AToTT. (Harry Potter, AU) You can still check it out though, because I've only posted 14 chapters. I like to keep ahead, but I can't with this one. My friend, Jay (the Vampire Slayer) insisted that I post this today. So it's not even betaed. I'm using this to clear my writers block. It's a rewrite of something I had stored on my computer, but is totally different. Just so you know, Cameron's powers include Molecular Acceleration, Levitation and Telekinesis. Oh, and I don't own this.

Prologue:

Cameron sighed and opened another letter. Bills. Again. She put it in the pile with the rest of the bills. She smiled as she saw this next letter was not a bill, and carefully lifted the flap, withdrawing the letter.

"You can't escape magic, Allison Haliwell," the letter read. She pushed her chair away from the table and stood abruptly, her heart pounding fiercely in her chest. Once she had managed to calm herself down, she sat at the table again, picking up the letter gingerly, looking for a name or something that would identify the sender. Finding nothing, she turned the envelope over, not having done so before because she liked to be surprised by who was writing to her. The space where the return address should have been was shimmering black, and she had a sudden premonition of danger. Her stomach flopped and she bit her lip. What to do? Unfortunately, she didn't have long to think about it. The black shimmering patch was growing bigger before here eyes, and not seconds later, a hooded creature appeared from the portal. It had been years since Cameron had dealt with something like this – she would have been nineteen or twenty, but she knew what to do right away, and flicked up her hands, the demon imploded and was vanquished before it could do any damage. She breathed a sigh of relief, she'd been lucky that that had worked. It must have been a low level demon. She shuddered as she thought what might have happened if it had been more powerful. Resolving to herself that it had been a one off incident, she got dressed and headed into work, pretending to her colleagues that nothing had happened.

Piper Haliwell filled the spoon with soggy weetbix. "Here comes the aeroplane, Chris," she cooed at her son in the high chair. Chris gurgled and waved his hand, sending the spoon flying out of his mother's hands and making it move like a real aeroplane before it zoomed into his mouth. Piper sighed jadedly, sick of trying to teach him the same things over and over, wiping her hands on her jeans. "No Chrissie, don't use magic for personal gain."

Chris just gurgled and laughed. Piper heaved a sigh.

"PAIGE!" Her sister appeared in a flurry of blue light.

"Yeah?" she asked. Piper looked at her.

"You dyed your hair again." It wasn't a question. Her hair was black, where it had been red the last time Piper had seen it.

Paige shrugged. "Yeah? So what? What do you need?"

"Can you look after Chris and Wyatt for a while? I need to-"

Paige cut her off. "Yeah, sure. Now off with you." She shooed Piper out the door and smiled at her youngest nephew. "Hi little fella." She cooed. Chris looked at her and burped.

"That's a really nice way to treat your Aunty Paige, Chris," she said in mock indignation. Chris waved a hand in her face, trying to grab her nose. She pulled back and the glass of milk fell over. Paige smiled. "That's my boy. You'll be orbing soon enough." Chris smiled widely and weetbix dribbled down his chin. Paige wiped it off with a tissue. Seeing the pile of letters, she picked them up, shuffling through them. She stopped at one with a handwritten address on it. Flipping it over, she saw a shimmering black patch where the return address should have been. She hardly had time to react, as a hooded demon popped out of the growing portal. Seeing that he had an athame, she thrust her hand out. "Athame!" The athame orbed, redirecting itself to the demons chest, and it disappeared in a burst of flames.

Paige frowned. "That was too easy…" she decided not to mention it to her sisters.